leap

.Show Me / The Pretenders
‘show me the meaning of the word
show me the meaning of the word
‘Cause I’ve heard so much about it
‘I don’t want to live without it
I don’t want to live without it’

for years my anthem, this poem was written to the tempo of this song
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clutching her hot coffee with both hands
wrapped around the styrofoam take out cup
trying as hard as she could to keep herself
warm against the autumn late afternoon chill
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she’s standing in line like they once did
when their love was still all flaming hot
giddy like little kids at Christmas time
to hear their favorite punk rock band
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she’s mouthing sad memories to no one
and when exactly did it all slow fade away?
the steam rising up through her hair
and that anger wailing in her belly
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because she wants no more
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of those rerun tv dinners
of his always sleepy couch
of those damn ‘I don’t knows’
of another weekend just wasted
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because she’s so done with
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trying to make him
remember why he loved her
trying so hard to make him
remember why her body was only his
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a gentle hand cupped her sleeveless shoulder
and it shook her a little, so inviting and warm
yeah, those bright blue eyes totally understood
‘hey c’mon hun, let’s move up just a little bit’
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she slithered through the crowd to reach the stage
it was always their favorite spot, when they first met
but these days the raging warmth of crushing bodies
writhing in unison…driving bass beat her steady lover
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and now those bright blue eyes right next to hers
straining to figure out those wicked guitar riffs
her smallish fingers stretching, nearly make that leap
until now, an elusive chord just beyond her guitar’s reach
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when that last song finally ended and every light gone dim
the sold out standing room only crowd erupted, hands raised
and in that hopeful darkness their hands met, fingers entwirled
adding their pleas to the encore chorus, ‘More….more….more….’

Ever since I read this first time, I don’t know how I could explain it properly,but I could see you, I could see a soul that always wanted to give more even when at times that more was not it’s to give. This right here is a peephole deep down into your very being and I am extremly gratefull to you for allowing me to look inside.

oh Oloriel…how can you know this, you are so close to the truth it almost hurts. i’ve written about her before, her courage nearly broke my heart. Mary of Thorns, of Roses April 22. ty so much Oloriel.

Theresa , you are finding some of my secret favorites, ‘leap’ is certainly one of them. ty so much. this poem is pure inspiration, that story came from listening to that song again, my absolute favorite from the Pretenders as well. Chrissy rules! lol